Where have you been? Where are you going? And why?
Frodo and Sam journey to Mordor in The Two Towers…
Frodo: I can’t do this, Sam.
Sam: I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened. But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something. Even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.
Frodo: What are we holding on to, Sam?
Sam: That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo. And it’s worth fighting for.
I hesitate to even comment on a picture painted so beautifully. I shudder at subtracting from the power of Sam’s words. I don’t know where you are on your journey towards life. Maybe further ahead than me. Regardless, this piece of Tolkien’s writings from The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers calls so deeply. I cling to it now. I’ve been Frodo, wanting with all my might to kill hope. The story grows ever so dark, and hope of a happy ending seems so futile. It’s in these times that I so badly need a Sam. From time to time there’s been one. He or she would remind me to hold tightly to the stories of victory, return, and restoration. It’s those stories that sustain me. They’re something to hold on to. There is good in this world, and it must be fought for.